horsemen

white  horses  crash against  the  neighbours  walls
peeling  paint  on  display
fragments  of  wallpaper hang  on  in  despair

overflowing  bath
drowning  plastic  ducks  on  the   floor

an  deceased  body  in  the   hall way
naked and  twisted
burnt  and  blistered

the kettle  has  been  disconnected

unopened  letters    litter  the   stairs
the    door   is   damaged
every  window  broken

the  radio  is  on
a   song   by    joni    mitchell   is  playing

i  am  late  for  a    hospital  appointment
one  does  not  like  to  disappoint

answering  the  telephone i speak in  a  soft   voice
the  receptionist keeps  repeating  herself
an  dialogue of  repetion and countless  numbers
instructions  that  i  do  not  fully  understand

hanging  up
 i  relieve   myself  in  an  old   fashion way